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  • sourabha
    08.12.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    Himalayan Aves #40: Streaked laughingthrush

    Himalayan Aves #40: Streaked laughingthrush

    moments when you are owned by something elsesay a bushchat, perched in peacebeauty branching out in you as joy, as lightness, so much morewhat do you do with such sudden freedom? silver-grey and sacredlook up! all of the sky is looking at you, tooas if readying you to itlisten to the birdsong, breathethere is air, and this – your breathand in between, only some skin

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  • pics-bae
    08.12.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    100 Amazing Mixed Wallpapers Pack -241 (59)

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  • dimensionalartshop
    08.12.2021 - 19 minutes ago

    A Vintage Landscape Reproduction Of A Framed Japanese Art Print. (Also In Canvas Print) Framed Art Print by Dimensional411

    Ukiyo-e illustration, Macaw on Pine Branch by Utagawa Hiroshige Japanese art print, also known as Ando Hiroshige (1797-1858), a landscape of a vibrant macaw perched on a pine branch. • Millions of unique designs by independent artists. Find your thing.

    source https://www.redbubble.com/i/framed-print/A-Vintage-Landscape-Reproduction-Of-A-Framed-Japanese-Art-Print-Also-In-Canvas-Print-by-Dimensional411/96154817.AJ1A3

    #canvas art #framed art work #classic art work #beautiful arts
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  • colormush
    08.12.2021 - 48 minutes ago
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  • pathofregeneration
    17.11.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    The Mastery of Mind, part II

    “It needs uncommon strength of mind, wise guidance, and a capacity for understanding the principles as they are, and not as one would like them to be, for the aspirant to stand fast; fearless, without any doubt at all, patient, enduring, in order to succeed in gaining entrance to the realms of pure spirit. This is not for weaklings or cowards, or selfish individuals—but only for heroes, full of courage, ardour, fire, zeal, without being fanatics. It needs at the same time a heart full of tenderness, patience and love; and a willingness to share even the last crust with those who are in a still worse condition—or seem to be. All earthly cleverness, distrust of other people’s motives, suspicion of trickery, and other worldly ‘wisdom,’ is useless to the student who invokes the tolerance of the higher powers, who are only too well aware of his own many failings—but regard them with indulgence; knowing how weak the human Mind is, and how easily it is led astray . . .

    The Spirits of Darkness will first attack him and then dissolve into Nothingness, for they are not; being only reflections of the illusions which surround man on Earth, and therefore still more powerless than man himself—if he ignores them. He can dissolve these illusive shadows with soothing words, for those they cannot understand. Therefore they fear them as things mysterious and unknown, as a troop of wolves will not dare to approach the fleeing sleigh from which dangles an end of string upon the snow. For that mysterious, dancing twine or cord has all the terrors of the inscrutable, and in the same manner the utter calm of one who has received enlightenment will embarrass and perplex, abash and nonplus those whose Minds dwell in a state of agitation, of evil temper, or spiteful malevolence. They wilt against that serene and majestic barrier of placid tranquillity of the man who has mastered all his principles, and therefore mastered all the Wisdom of Nature and Beyond.”

    — Jean Michaud, The Golden Star

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    Lord Buddha in Meditation, Surrounded by the Demon Armies of Mara Author unknown

    #The Mastery of Mind #Mind #Spirits of Darkness #Wisdom#Courage#Jean Michaud #The Golden Star #Gautama Buddha #Lord Buddha in Meditation #Demon Armies of Mara #Art#Beauty#Illustration
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  • nicolethevirgo
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    IG: syraismith 🤎

    #beauty#art #brown skin girl #she's stunning #black girl magic #black is beautiful #beautiful like her mama 💕
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  • pathofregeneration
    13.11.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    The Mastery of Mind, part I

    “Life leading to Light results in the Greater Life in Light. When life leads to darkness, the final result is eternal death. But unless a man be holy and good, pure and merciful, the Light cannot come into his life; his Mind cannot hear the voice of his Soul. But once the Mind hears, the Soul’s presence will manifest in many wonderful ways; for forthwith the Mind will know all things, and lovingly it will supplicate the Father, and, blessing Him, give thanks, being ordered and directed by filial Affection and natural Love. And before such enlightened ones give up their bodies they will know the senses that operate them for what they are—Illusion. That condition may be reached in many ways, such as the doing of good deeds and abstaining from revenge when the recipient of your services turns and rends you. It cannot be attained by words and self-indulgence. The understanding of it will come gradually to those who are tolerant and strive unselfishly. Thus it is possible to return to the Father, and surrender to the powers, in order to become a power in God.”

    — Jean Michaud, The Golden Star

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    Hans Georg Leiendecker, Phoenix

    #The Mastery of Mind #Mind#Wisdom#Jean Michaud #The Golden Star #Hans Georg Leiendecker #Phoenix#Art#Beauty#Painting#Visionary
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  • colormush
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago
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  • trufflealmond
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Can you kiss me more 🖤🖤🖤

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  • angeliciris
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    My version of sailor scout 🌎SailorEarth🌎 sketch #wip #artwork #Scout #artstagram #wip #paint #illustrator #painted #illustration #paintmixing #artlovers #galleryart #sketch_daily #artistic_share #sketch #drawings #art_we_inspire #painting #beautiful #disegno #art #drawn #creative #draw #digitalartist #instaart #sketchbook #SailorEarth #artist #paintings #sailormoon https://www.instagram.com/p/CXN–YErk5v/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • pics-bae
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago


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  • mylovelyhyunjin
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Stray Kids 현진 HYUN JIN이 들려주는 크리스마스와 연말 무대 이야기🎄"

    My lovestay boy ❣️ so pretty


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  • glimmerglanger
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago


    SO! Perhaps you have seen this image of Padawan!Obi-Wan wearing the traditional Jedi Order Padawan Tube Top? Truly, it is glorious! All I hoped for and more!

    I promised fic in return for such beauty, so @three-fold-symmetry I have written about Cody discovering a holo of The Outfit. It turned out...far more introspective than I originally intended?

    The fic is established relationship Codywan set at some nebulous point after the war. Some implied spice, but safely rated teen. Hope that you enjoy it!


    At first, Cody had assumed that Obi-Wan’s quarters on the Negotiator were the only little bit of space dedicated to him in the galaxy. They seemed spacious enough to Cody, who had grown up with little more than a tube of private space, and struggled a bit with the shift to an officer’s quarters.

    At first, he had not understood how nat-borns managed to fall asleep, staring up at a ceiling several feet away, with open space on both sides and a mattress that left enough room to roll over.

    The first night he spent off Kamino, he’d been concerned that he’d simply roll off the side of his bunk; there was, after all, nothing to prevent it.

    Years of life spent sleeping in an enclosed tube, had, apparently, taught his body not to move at all when sleeping, however. He hadn’t fallen out of his bunk that first night, or any of the other nights that followed.

    Eventually he’d gotten used to the unnerving exposure of a nat-born bed, even.

    And far, far after that, he found he needed to get used to having someone else in his bed with him.

    That had come with the discovery that Obi-Wan had other spaces; other areas he lived, when he wasn’t fighting a war. He had quarters at the Temple on Coruscant, a suite of rooms that were his - his alone, at first - and then, as they spiraled closer in the slow dance they’d been doing for nearly four years, Cody’s, too.

    Sleeping beside someone else wasn’t particularly difficult. In the field, everyone had bunked down wherever possible, looking for the least-hard bit of ground. He knew how to sleep with someone breathing beside him, making little sounds. Shifting.

    But, for some reason, that all felt much different in a still, dark room that smelled faintly of sandalwood and mint. The first night they tried...sleeping, actually sleeping together, he found himself staring up at the far-away ceiling, painfully aware of all the open space around them, and of Obi-Wan - curled on one side - beside him.

    Obi-Wan’s weight made the bed dip a little. Gravity and the incline both wanted to pull Cody over into him, from his position flat on his back, hands folded and resting on his chest. It was the same posture he’d slept in all his life.

    Suddenly, half of him wanted to roll, too, to form a mirroring curve, mold himself back….

    Even thinking about it felt unnerving.

    He ended up slipping from the bed, feeling itchy. It was hardly the first time something nat-borns took for granted had left him feeling out of sorts. He spoke about the issue regularly, with a mind healer that he’d begun working with in the aftermath of the war.

    She’d given him some suggestions on how to handle the unease, the tangle that came from thinking too long about what he was, what he’d been, the war, and….

    All of it.

    He padded out to the little ensuite kitchen and, without turning on the lights - he remembered perfectly well where everything was, and, anyway, had better night vision than nat-borns - started bringing some water to a boil for tea.

    He didn’t care for tea, especially, but caf would only heighten the anxious itch in his bones. He’d learned that the hard way. So he made tea, the one the mind healer had recommended, and added sweetener to it, and, holding the warm cup in one hand, went out to sit on the couch.

    He could hear Obi-Wan breathing from the other room.

    Steady and deep, slow. But, then, Obi-Wan had been tired before they went to the bedroom and Cody had, perhaps, worn him out significantly further after they ended up in bed. Force. He was exhausted, too, but…

    His eyes felt itchy. He rubbed at them, sipped the tea, and bounced one leg up and down, trying not to think about the ceiling, or the walls, or blaster fire and the smell of blood and--

    Cody stood up, slamming back the last of the tea. He’d never learned the skill of eating or drinking slowly, anyway. Linger too long over a meal, and the Seppies were just going to attack, making sure you never got a chance to finish.

    That was over, now. The war. All of it. But his body couldn’t seem to forget everything it had learned during those long years.

    He set down the cup, and, with an embarrassed little pang - he wasn’t a shiny - gave in and turned the lights up. It helped, being able to see the ceiling and walls clearly, knowing exactly where they were. It made him feel less exposed as he wandered the room.

    He’d seen Obi-Wan’s - their? - quarters before, he’d just not...slept over. He brushed his fingers over the back of the couch, glanced at the books neatly stacked on a shelf along one wall, tugged on a hanging tangle of flowers in front of a window.

    Eventually, his wanderings took him to a little chest, closed, in one corner. There was no lock on it. He’d seen Obi-Wan open it and rifle through before. He sat beside it and, with a burn of exhaustion in the back of his head, flipped the lid up.

    It contained more books. A few old robes. A number of pads and small holoprojectors. He lifted one, absently, and blinked in surprise when it activated in his hand. A tiny image sprung from the projector, blue glow radiating out into the night as he blinked and then - automatic - blinked again.

    The image showed a group of four figures, clustered together. Four Jedi, young. He recognized Vos - who was wearing more traditional robes in the image - and Luminara. There was also a Mon Calamari. And, standing wedged amongst them all--

    “I think Qui-Gon took that the day Quin made Senior Padawan,” Obi-Wan said, voice softened from sleeping, as Cody jerked his head up. Obi-Wan stood in the doorway to the bedroom, shoulder leaned against the wall, hair all disheveled. Shirtless.

    Which was...not much of a departure from the image of him in the holo. He and the Mon Calamari were, for some reason, both wearing little tube tops. The fabric barely covered anything, leaving his shoulders and stomach all exposed, leading to a...tiny skirt around Obi-Wan’s waist and leggings.

    “Oh,” Cody said, blinking again. He wished he could think of something else to say, but his tongue seemed to want to stick to the top of his mouth.

    “Mm,” Obi-Wan said, sparing him, walking into the room and sinking down onto the couch. “It was a good day. So long ago, now…” He sounded wistful, sitting there, and in the present, he had hair across his chest and down his stomach, and it was coarse and thick and Cody liked the way it felt under his hands and--

    In the holo, he’d apparently shaved. He - currently - kept some of his body hair trimmed short, and Cody wondered, with a buzz of sleep and something else, if, in this holo, he’d been shaved everywhere--

    “Sorry I woke you,” Cody said, because that seemed like an entirely normal thing to say, and would, hopefully, distract from the fact that he still hadn’t turned off the holo.

    Obi-Wan waved a hand through the air, leaning to the side and drawing one leg up onto the couch, because he could never sit with both feet together on the ground, seemed physically incapable of the act. Nat-borns didn’t get disciplined for spreading out, for sitting in less than perfect posture, it was--

    He was wearing loose sleeping pants which were, Cody noted, far too short on him. Cody’s sleeping pants, then.

    In the holo, he wore tights. Tight tights. It was-- “Why were you wearing this?” Cody asked, against all his better judgment.

    Obi-Wan blinked at him; he still looked half asleep. “I enjoyed the tradition,” Obi-Wan said, like that was an answer.

    Cody frowned, looked between him and the holo, and said, “What tradition?”

    “The outfit,” Obi-Wan said, smothering a brief yawn with one hand. “It’s traditional for Padawans to wear that outfit. When we graduate to Senior Padawans, the garb changes. You can see what Quin is wearing. And then we shift again when we’re Knighted, and finally when we’re made Masters. The Order doesn’t require it, of course. You can see Luminara, there, she always preferred garb closer to the traditions of her culture of origin. But…” He shrugged.

    Cody processed all of that for a long beat, staring at the flickering holo, and then said, “So, Commander Tano….?”

    “Was wearing traditional garb, yes,” Obi-Wan said, and then gave a sharp little laugh. “Did you think she just...selected that get-up at random?”

    Cody cut him a wincing look, and Obi-Wan laughed a little again. “No,” he said, “I think she liked the idea of the tradition, but I’m not surprised she adjusted after a few months. Many Padawans don’t keep up with it once they get in the field. I didn’t, all the time. Not on missions. It’s inconvenient in several ways. But for special occasions, or around the Temple….”

    “It wasn’t uncomfortable?” Cody asked, because it had always looked uncomfortable when Commander Tano - Ahsoka, now - wore it. He’d always been marginally unsure how it even...stayed in place, especially with all the jumping and flipping she did.

    “It was in the cold,” Obi-Wan said, with a fond little grin. “But the fabric itself was soft enough. And very stretchy and light. Sometimes, it felt like I wasn’t wearing anything, honestly.”

    Cody thought about him not wearing anything and felt a little flood of heat into his gut. He got the feeling that Obi-Wan sensed it, because he slouched a little further to the side and planted one foot on the couch, knee bent upwards, looking--

    Very much on display.

    Cody put the holo away and stood, feeling effectively distracted from the position of the ceiling and the rest of the noise in his head. He said, taking a step towards the couch, “How do you feel about not wearing anything right now?”

    “Oh,” Obi-Wan said, grinning at him and willingly sliding to his back against the cushions as Cody joined him on the couch, “that sounds like an excellent plan to me.”

    #my writing#codywan #tube top of tradition #that art is so beautiful! #i keep looking at it! #SO NICE
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  • pathofregeneration
    10.11.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    Hermes Trismegistus — author unknown

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    The Prayer of Hermes

    “Holy is God the Father of All Things. Holy is God Whose Will is Performed and Accomplished by His Own Powers. Holy is God, that Determineth to be Known, and is Known of His Own, or Those that are His. Holy art Thou, that by Thy Word hast established all Things. Holy art Thou of Whom all Nature is the Image. Holy art Thou Whom Nature hath not Formed. Holy art Thou that art Stronger than all Power. Holy art Thou, that art Greater than all Excellency. Holy art Thou, Who art Better than all Praise. Accept these Reasonable Sacrifices from a Pure Soul, and a Heart stretched out unto Thee. O Thou Unspeakable, Unutterable, to be Praised with Silence! I beseech Thee, that I may never Err from the Knowledge of Thee. Look Mercifully upon Me, and Enable Me, and Enlighten with this Grace, those that are in Ignorance, the Brothers of my Kind, but Thy Sons. Therefore I Believe Thee, and Bear Witness, and go into the Life and Light. Blessed art Thou, O Father, Thy Man would be Sanctified with Thee, as Thou hast given Him all Power.”

    — Jean Michaud, The Golden Star

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  • redava6
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago
    «𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏»
    Nina adult
    Scarecrow hater
    And i #Redava but i idk...Jeff cool bi person 🤔
    The: 🥴
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  • officersnickers
    08.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Frieda Leopold ‘The Witch’ Haute Couture Gown/ Isabella 2021

    #okay I saw this dress and imidiatly started to depict Isabella in it #I mean it's perfect?! #it covers her neck has a similiar form and colour to her grandma dress #and she would definitly rock it #sadly my skills are not good enough to honour her beauty in a way it should #but I still wanted to try it ^^' #imagine the Ratris having a party and she just shows up #as the Grandma of the highest ranking farm #and wearing this dress #jaws would be dropped I bet #the promised neverland #tpn#ynn #yakusoku no neverland #the promised neverland isabella #Snickers draws#tpn isabella#ynn isabella #yakusoku no neverland isabella #my art #the promised neverland mama #ynn mama#tpn mama #yakusoku no neverland mama #the promised neverland mama isabella #yakusoku no neverland mama isabella #tpn mama isabella #ynn mama isabella #isabella
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